A Year Later Love Letter
The reception hall wasn’t exactly over flowing with eligible bachelors. I was there by myself, dateless despite a year of serial dating, and even though I felt rather smart in my $12 Jomar dress, I quickly surmised that this was going to be a very boring wedding.
Fortunately, I was wrong.
I noticed you for the first time on our way out of the church earlier that afternoon. My parents—ever on the lookout—informed me that there was a “cute guy” seated a few rows behind us and by the time the DJ called “Lady’s Choice” a few hours later I had it on good authority that you were single.
I can still remember our first dance. I don’t know what song was playing, or what kind of dance it was, but I remember we talked the whole time and I found myself thinking, “My God, that’s how this sort of thing is supposed to work!”
It felt effortless: we fit perfectly together (despite my four-inch heels) and thanks to all those months I’d spent conducting “fieldwork” I’d finally mastered the art of flirting and dancing at the same time.
Of course, you left without saying goodbye and I spent the next few weeks in “research” mode…
All I can say is THANK GOD for Facebook.
And for fluke encounters at other people’s weddings.
And for Colombian hot chocolate.
And for the fact that I didn’t actually kill you when we fell on the deck after breaking my parents’ chair earlier this month. (Or drown you when we capsized our kayak over Memorial Day…)
It’s been one heck of a year. We’ve had our ups and downs and I’ve been forced to admit that dating someone isn’t quite as easy as simply dancing with someone but at the end of the day, and the beginning of the day, and just about every minute in between you’re the one I want.
Happy quasi-one-year-anniversary, Babe. Xoxo
Kat Echevarría Richter 
11 Responses to “A Year Later Love Letter”
It just proves that it really comes down to “Lady’s Choice.” Sometimes we have to do the asking, but in the end, we always do the choosing. Congratulations.
Ain’t that the truth!
🙂
sweet! love to you both,
Happy for you both. Can’t believe it’s been a whole year already.
I know, me neither! Granted, there were a few others between then and now but who’s counting?
This is very sweet! Salud! Wepa! Congrats!
Thanks, lady 🙂
A charming post, especially since both of you were not really ready to commit to anything for quite a while after this lovely first encounter. You two did look good on the dance floor though 😉 A much more mature side of you has emerged as this relationship is growing, and good luck to you both.
Besos a los dos–
Cute story! He left without getting your #? Explain, TWD!
He was there with a date… who was none to pleased that he accepted my invitation to dance in the first place! So he ignored me the rest of the night in deference to her (and even tried to pawn me off on one of his table mates so that he wouldn’t be tempted to make a move!) Fortunately, he found me on Facebook shortly thereafter…